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When you recall a memory, it's challenging to not feel nostalgic or not wishing to return to that blissful time.
Do you ever get a feeling of missing a place you once lived in, you try to close your eyes and feel how you felt there, try and remember the sounds that you got accustomed to?
I often do that, am just sitting on a typical Monday afternoon going about the motions of the day, and I stop to recall how a Monday was in a place I recently left.
I swipe through my phone gallery hoping to come across some photos of that I would often take of my day, my tea mug, the novel I am reading, and my sneakers against the flowerbeds on the ground floor where I would walk.
A feeling of warmth rushes in as I see these photographs. Just takes me back to that moment. We get so caught up in instant life changes that we don’t stop to say goodbye at all. It’s always the next thing, then the next thing.
I recently shifted back from Ahmedabad to my hometown and it was so fast and so chaotic, too, that I didn’t stop to just say bye.
I understand you can’t say anything to any city, but there is a version of you that stays back there. For me, the two years spent there were almost like a rollercoaster, with so many ups and so many downs.
I remember getting on a flight and going off to live in a different city as a very different person, and I came back as a different person.
There is so much you learn, I learnt immense personal skills at home, and there were so many new responsibilities I experienced, I started to enjoy my own company and that made it more wholesome to spend time with my husband, I found myself.
I always thought that whenever I move away, I might go live in a very fast-paced and progressive city that has immense opportunities.
I didn’t expect to truly love my time in Ahmedabad, I feel like I grew up there in a different sense. Some tough chapters and some nice and good chapters.
And oh the laughter, I still roll on the floor laughing at our first Diwali Puja at home, I attempted to do the aarti and read the puja mantra all wrong.
Just so many good things, how you become so invested in a place because you subconsciously invest a part of yourself.
I feel that it was a good way to not get time to process the shift because I feel I have not left, I have all the lessons and good memories in me and that’s a permanent keepsake.
Image source: Rahul Pandit, via pexels, free and edited on CanvaPro
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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